Post by Rakingclaw on Jul 15, 2009 12:43:35 GMT -5
Name- Scarsnik
Age- 21
Birth Date-December 15th
Gender-Male
Species- Tiger Shrike
Occupation and Home- Wandering Warrior, Mossflower
Alignment- Chaotic Neutral
Appearance- Scarsnik is a fairly small shrike, with blood red eyes that burn with an insane light and a hooked blue-black bill with a black tip. His back, rump and shoulders are reddish-brown with blackish bars creating a tiger-like pattern. His face is a mask of coal black feathers offset by the grey on his crown and the silver collar around his neck. His wings and tail are dull brown and his under parts are white with faded bloody splotches, remnants of defeated foes. A white stripe rests above his left eye and his feet are grey black with a crimson tinge on the talons.
Personality- Scarsnik above all other things hates vermin, and will not hesitate to kill any he sees no matter the odds or situation. He is near madness for the treatment he suffered at the hands of Grune Jaga the Destroyer’s horde and roams the forests of Mossflower killing vermin or Goodbeasts alike. He feels no fear of death only hate and revenge for those that have wrong him. Due to this, most creatures he meets feel his wrath for some reason real or imagined. He has no friends or family and is terribly alone but is a stubborn bird and refuses companionship for fear those who he gives it to will only use it against him. Few things drive him as mad as insults, be they about his size, color, or species and those who do can expect a raging bird on their paws. He loves to eat the eyes of those he kills thinking they are by far the tastiest parts, and does not scoff at eating carrion if he is hungry. His one true fear is being caged again and for this reason is extremely claustrophobic to the point of hysteria, and will not willingly enter an enclosed space.
Strengths:
• Possesses formidable natural weapons i.e. razor sharp beak and talons.
• Is completely fearless and never retreats.
• Is an excellent flyer and very maneuverable in the air.
• He fights with a berserk rage in battle that, has in the past allowed him to overcome beasts sometimes twice his size.
Character Weaknesses:
• He is Claustrophobic to the point of mania.
• He is completely untrusting and paranoid of all beasts.
• Kills good and bad beasts without discrimination.
• Is borderline insane and if he continues down the path he is on will have a complete mental break down.
• He has no hands so tasks that require manual dexterity are far beyond his capabilities.
Weaponry- Beak and Talons mostly but sometimes will dive with sharpened sticks or spears (If he can get them) in his claws and pull up at the last possible second to impale his foes. Although this maneuver is extremely tiring and time consuming so he rarely attempts it in battle preferring to use it only in ambush.
Parents-Unknown
Siblings- Unknown
Other Relationships- None
History- Scarsnik was found abandoned by the Wildcat warlord Grune Jaga the Destroyer and raised by him to be the equivalent of a personal attack dog. This does not mean he was treated well however, quite the opposite he was tortured, insulted, beaten, and prodded at every opportunity and through these actions grew hard and cold. He was allowed to vent his rage on those who displeased the Wildcat never free and always on a silver chin and collar. With every beast he tore apart his insanity grew soon the legend of Gune’s “pet” grew and few beasts stood up to the Warlord and more and more joined his army. As proof to his generals of his control over Scarsnik Grune had him kill a group of otter babes, as his beak and talons ripped and shredded their flesh. As their death cries died as their quivering bodes went cold Scarsnik lost his mind. With a blood curdling shriek Scarsnik turned on Grune and attacked his face ripping out an eye and shredding the left side of his face into a unrecognizable mass. The wildcat had no choice but to let go of the chain and Scarsnik flew away. He spent hours and hours sawing the chain on a rock and finally it broke. But the collar was too thick and after days of trying he gave up and submitted to its memory of his slavery. He wanders Mossflower now a wild and untamable force, killing good and evil alike, but dying slowly inside. With each passing day he descends more and more into savagery falling into the very thing he fears, not a cage in a physical sense but a cage in his own mind.
RP example-Scarsnik flew over the vast sun drenched green of Mossflower wood. The sky was a deep endless blue and there was not a cloud in the sky. The wind was cool and light on his face and for the first time in a long wile he felt at peace. Just then screams rose up from beneath the canopy, screams of terror and violence. Scarsnik without a moments pause dove down beneath the thick blanket of trees, his sharp eyes adjusting quickly to the change in light. He perched lightly on an elm branch and watched the scene unfold before him. Two mangy foxes and a grimy black rat were surrounding a group of three otters, one an adult female with a quarterstaff and two from the looks of them were little boys. A forth adult male otter body lay dead in a growing pool of blood behind the three leering vermin. “We just wonts tah play wit yah Missy!” the rat sneered “Ya ole Scarsnout wont ‘urt yeh!” one of the foxes added. All three advanced slowly their rusty daggers clenched firmly in their paws. Scarsnik’s eyes burned with incandescent rage and hatred, he dove off the branch, strait for the three beasts a warcry shrieking from his throat “DIEEEEEE TAKIE YOO EYEEEES KIILLLLETTTT DIEEEE!!!” his talons took the first fox in the face, ripping and shredding his flesh and sending him howling to the ground his features an bloody unrecognizable mess. The other two vermin turned to flee from the berserk bird. Scarsnik after ripping away the foxes throat with a slash from his beak, tore after them. He caught the rat a few steps away, slamming his claws into the small of its back. Blood spirted in a foutain as Scarsnik viciously pecked the back of the vermins head untill at last it stuggled no more. Returning to the spot of the dead fox Scarsnik noticed the otters still there surrounding the forth wailing and sobbing. He landed on the fox and immedatly began plucking out the beasts eyes. "Mmmmmm seet jucie!" he purred as he swollowed the bloody globes. One of the otter babes walked over to him and began to stroke his feathers, Scarsnik without thought snapped hard down on the little beasts paw. The horrified dubbin fell back clutching a bloodied paw one finger almost completly severed and hanging limply. The mother charged over swinging her staff like a bat, even Scarsnik was forced to retreat from the relentless assult and took to the air. "KILLL YOO SCARSNIK SAYS KILLL YOOOOO!" he screamed as he flew off alone and hungrey.
Age- 21
Birth Date-December 15th
Gender-Male
Species- Tiger Shrike
Occupation and Home- Wandering Warrior, Mossflower
Alignment- Chaotic Neutral
Appearance- Scarsnik is a fairly small shrike, with blood red eyes that burn with an insane light and a hooked blue-black bill with a black tip. His back, rump and shoulders are reddish-brown with blackish bars creating a tiger-like pattern. His face is a mask of coal black feathers offset by the grey on his crown and the silver collar around his neck. His wings and tail are dull brown and his under parts are white with faded bloody splotches, remnants of defeated foes. A white stripe rests above his left eye and his feet are grey black with a crimson tinge on the talons.
Personality- Scarsnik above all other things hates vermin, and will not hesitate to kill any he sees no matter the odds or situation. He is near madness for the treatment he suffered at the hands of Grune Jaga the Destroyer’s horde and roams the forests of Mossflower killing vermin or Goodbeasts alike. He feels no fear of death only hate and revenge for those that have wrong him. Due to this, most creatures he meets feel his wrath for some reason real or imagined. He has no friends or family and is terribly alone but is a stubborn bird and refuses companionship for fear those who he gives it to will only use it against him. Few things drive him as mad as insults, be they about his size, color, or species and those who do can expect a raging bird on their paws. He loves to eat the eyes of those he kills thinking they are by far the tastiest parts, and does not scoff at eating carrion if he is hungry. His one true fear is being caged again and for this reason is extremely claustrophobic to the point of hysteria, and will not willingly enter an enclosed space.
Strengths:
• Possesses formidable natural weapons i.e. razor sharp beak and talons.
• Is completely fearless and never retreats.
• Is an excellent flyer and very maneuverable in the air.
• He fights with a berserk rage in battle that, has in the past allowed him to overcome beasts sometimes twice his size.
Character Weaknesses:
• He is Claustrophobic to the point of mania.
• He is completely untrusting and paranoid of all beasts.
• Kills good and bad beasts without discrimination.
• Is borderline insane and if he continues down the path he is on will have a complete mental break down.
• He has no hands so tasks that require manual dexterity are far beyond his capabilities.
Weaponry- Beak and Talons mostly but sometimes will dive with sharpened sticks or spears (If he can get them) in his claws and pull up at the last possible second to impale his foes. Although this maneuver is extremely tiring and time consuming so he rarely attempts it in battle preferring to use it only in ambush.
Parents-Unknown
Siblings- Unknown
Other Relationships- None
History- Scarsnik was found abandoned by the Wildcat warlord Grune Jaga the Destroyer and raised by him to be the equivalent of a personal attack dog. This does not mean he was treated well however, quite the opposite he was tortured, insulted, beaten, and prodded at every opportunity and through these actions grew hard and cold. He was allowed to vent his rage on those who displeased the Wildcat never free and always on a silver chin and collar. With every beast he tore apart his insanity grew soon the legend of Gune’s “pet” grew and few beasts stood up to the Warlord and more and more joined his army. As proof to his generals of his control over Scarsnik Grune had him kill a group of otter babes, as his beak and talons ripped and shredded their flesh. As their death cries died as their quivering bodes went cold Scarsnik lost his mind. With a blood curdling shriek Scarsnik turned on Grune and attacked his face ripping out an eye and shredding the left side of his face into a unrecognizable mass. The wildcat had no choice but to let go of the chain and Scarsnik flew away. He spent hours and hours sawing the chain on a rock and finally it broke. But the collar was too thick and after days of trying he gave up and submitted to its memory of his slavery. He wanders Mossflower now a wild and untamable force, killing good and evil alike, but dying slowly inside. With each passing day he descends more and more into savagery falling into the very thing he fears, not a cage in a physical sense but a cage in his own mind.
RP example-Scarsnik flew over the vast sun drenched green of Mossflower wood. The sky was a deep endless blue and there was not a cloud in the sky. The wind was cool and light on his face and for the first time in a long wile he felt at peace. Just then screams rose up from beneath the canopy, screams of terror and violence. Scarsnik without a moments pause dove down beneath the thick blanket of trees, his sharp eyes adjusting quickly to the change in light. He perched lightly on an elm branch and watched the scene unfold before him. Two mangy foxes and a grimy black rat were surrounding a group of three otters, one an adult female with a quarterstaff and two from the looks of them were little boys. A forth adult male otter body lay dead in a growing pool of blood behind the three leering vermin. “We just wonts tah play wit yah Missy!” the rat sneered “Ya ole Scarsnout wont ‘urt yeh!” one of the foxes added. All three advanced slowly their rusty daggers clenched firmly in their paws. Scarsnik’s eyes burned with incandescent rage and hatred, he dove off the branch, strait for the three beasts a warcry shrieking from his throat “DIEEEEEE TAKIE YOO EYEEEES KIILLLLETTTT DIEEEE!!!” his talons took the first fox in the face, ripping and shredding his flesh and sending him howling to the ground his features an bloody unrecognizable mess. The other two vermin turned to flee from the berserk bird. Scarsnik after ripping away the foxes throat with a slash from his beak, tore after them. He caught the rat a few steps away, slamming his claws into the small of its back. Blood spirted in a foutain as Scarsnik viciously pecked the back of the vermins head untill at last it stuggled no more. Returning to the spot of the dead fox Scarsnik noticed the otters still there surrounding the forth wailing and sobbing. He landed on the fox and immedatly began plucking out the beasts eyes. "Mmmmmm seet jucie!" he purred as he swollowed the bloody globes. One of the otter babes walked over to him and began to stroke his feathers, Scarsnik without thought snapped hard down on the little beasts paw. The horrified dubbin fell back clutching a bloodied paw one finger almost completly severed and hanging limply. The mother charged over swinging her staff like a bat, even Scarsnik was forced to retreat from the relentless assult and took to the air. "KILLL YOO SCARSNIK SAYS KILLL YOOOOO!" he screamed as he flew off alone and hungrey.